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The woman, valuing the secrets of your body will not waste your time and feelings.

When a person is not around, idealize it, a sense exacerbated, this is true, but I see him again, and surprised that you found.

For euphoric bursts should pay a feeling of utter vacuum at heart.

Now Weber will sit in the car and calmly rolled in her pink, doll's house, with clean, sparkling wife and two clean, sparkling children. In General - clean, shining existence! Is it to understand this bezdarnosti is the voltage when the knife is about to make the first cut, when after light pressure stretches in a narrow red stripe of blood, when the body is in the needles and clips revealed, like a curtain, and exposed the fact that never saw light, when like a hunter in the jungle, you are on the trail, and suddenly in the ruined tissues, tumors, nodes and breaks the face-to-face with a powerful predator - death - and come to the fight, armed only with a needle thin blade and infinitely confident hand... Does he understand what you feel when the concentration has reached the limit, the blinding tension and suddenly in the blood of a patient bursts into something mysterious, black, some kind of majestic mockery - like and the knife dull, the needle becomes brittle, but the hand of the disobedient; when the invisible, mysterious, pulsating - life suddenly ebbed from powerless hands and disintegrate entrained by a ghostly, dark whirlwind that neither catch up nor to get rid of... when the person that even lived was somehow "I" had a name, turns into a nameless, frozen mask... what is violent, what a senseless and rebellious impotence covers you... is it all to understand it... and what is there to explain?

With the first breath, first sight
Pulse through the veins of current discharge
The body attacked and the time froze
Love? Is every was.
It is not worry, you bathe in it,
In palms squeeze, hold feel free.
Just one word, one step forward.
Love and that feeling forever...

As night your cold,
I'm tired to wait for spring,
In your icy dreams will include me.
From heaven will break my star
And in your heart she
Melt the crystalline ice.

So why clean source of love,
When the law is cruel:
Darkened again, and leave us
Sunshine among the clouds.
And where now to find me a light
Love, which is no longer?..

Mist trail what you take with you, love?
Two hearts in sacrifice to elect,
One fire will burn,
Strangers will instantly turn into obsessed with you
Free two slaves.

Gentle autumn, winter and summer,
Faithful to the eternal "Yes"
Will come to pass, if you answer me,
If you come forever.

A light cigarette that smokes in hand,
Compared to her, seems a living being.
It is sad that he is too young
And wants to be with him together like the hammer and sickle,
With those who left with the girl with cornflowers in a wreath.

He long lived the tale, which he himself invented, and when life broke the tale, decided that a collapsed life.

The feeling of mutual sympathy usually arises from the first impressions: a direct gaze and open smile cause to return the gentle gaze and smile.

With him as with anyone else ever, she felt truly chosen and only.

You think you can distinguish the diseased mind of the sick soul? I ask this out of curiosity. I was all sick. Every cell in. But it has already passed. I may not be completely healthy, but, no doubt, cured.